The murky waters of life trap me in the unfathomable depths of its despair.
I clasp at the gentle, yet sturdy hands that gently ,yet firmly grasp my throat.
Slowly draining all the life and oxygen from my lungs.
Soon I start to accept my fate as I stop clasping, clawing, desperately trying to free from myself from the shackles that want to bind me to an eternity of pain and servitude.
I become complacent.
I accept the life that was thrust into my hands,
I welcome the shackles that bind me and somehow find them comforting,
I realise with great surprise that I need them to survive.
The hands that were around my neck oppressively sucking the life out of me now give me comfort, I find solitude in them.
I look at my reflection in the opaque, murky waters and smile ruefully at what I have become – a mere shadow, that’s what.
A shadow that shifts in and out of existence, that is what I have become, and I love it!
I used to find the shackles obtrusive, but now, I find them welcoming.
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The Secrets We Keep.
Romantizm"Love is just a fairy tale." I say, looking straight into his eyes, daring him to disagree. "Well then, welcome to your very own fairy tale, starring me as prince charming, and you as princess grouchy," he says with a crooked smirk and a glint in h...
